#wednesday addams edit

[wednesdayincorrectquotespt]

Y/n: (covered in blood)

Wednesday: You never looked more beautiful, Y/n

Y/n: Someone just tried to kill you, Wednesday

Wednesday: Irrelevant..

[the-oblivious-writer]

missin my goth gf...

[i984]

Not So Peachy of a Trick | Part 3

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader.

|Warnings|: Afraid of commitment! Wednesday Addams, reader was under the impression of one thing, Wednesday never elaborates the misunderstanding until now, lame-ass guy trying to make moves, Jealous! Wednesday Addams.

|Summary|: Your whole entire relationship with Wednesday Addams is apparently a lie.

|Word count|: 1.1k words

|A/n|: This is a part 3 to "Sweet Words Make a Lovely Shade" (check link in reply for my masterlist)! Reblog and like if you enjoy!

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Dying.

That's what you feel like doing right now.

A lame-ass guy is sitting on what would usually be Wednesday's seat at Weathervane's sofa booth. And what makes it even worse? He's talking- no, flirting with you, you're pretty sure, and your apparently not-girlfriend is not here to save you. 

Your mind travels back to the implausible turn of events unfolding earlier that evening as you sip your coffee and nod your head, smiling politely at the man's poor attempt at a joke.

"What. The. Actual. Friggin. Sheet. IS HAPPENING HERE?" 

You quickly push yourself off Wednesday when the blonde's booming voice rings through the entire dormitory to hear. 

"I believe you have eyes to see what had happened, Enid." Wednesday's tone sounds calm and collected—like she hasn't just taken all the air out of your lungs from the intensity of her kiss—and you can practically hear her best friend who had witnessed everything squeal and jump in excitement; hardwood floor squeaking in her wake. 

"Oh my god, tell me everything!" Enid ran and sprawled her figure across your bed as she continued, "I know you guys have like a thing going on, but I didn't expect it to go so far as to flash me with a passionate make-out session," and you can hear the mix of curiosity and nausea etched in her voice.

You groan as you bury your head in your arms, face heating up because suddenly the room feels abnormally hot. 

"She humiliated me with compliments a few days ago," Wednesday answers the werewolf's request, "in front of everybody else unfortunate enough to be at an earshot distance from us—which wouldn't be too hard with the incessantly loud voice—so I had to make sure payback hurts."

"Like a bitch?" Enid wiggles her eyebrows, voice teasing.

"Sure," Wednesday replies flatly. 

You raise your head to look at the raven-haired girl, face grimacing in betrayal. "That's it? That's why you agreed to make-out with me? To get back at me?" your breathing quickens as you process Wednesday's words. 

"How far did you plan all this? Is that why you even proposed this whole study date thing?" 

"Precisely." 

You widen your eyes at Wednesday's reply, and at that moment, you want nothing more than to sink into the bottom of the ocean; that way, you at least wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of even being in the same room with her.

And Enid. Oh god, Enid knows. She'd seen the whole thing, and you're sure everyone else in this academy would know all the deeds by tomorrow morning. 

A meek "...why?" is all you can let out, heart beating wildly against your chest as you feel like you're about to explode. 

"Because I didn't come here to lose," came Wednesday's reply, and you were about to complain before she added the sentence that would be the bane of your existence, "and this isn't a date."

"What?" you snapped your head in Wednesday's direction, sitting straighter in your seat. 

"This isn't a date," Wednesday said impassively, "I simply executed my fool-proof strategy, and it was a resounding success."

"But you are dating, right?" Enid finally cuts in. There's a direness in her voice as you see one of her eyebrows raised in half-concern. 

You scoffed at the werewolf's silly question. "Of course, we are-"

"No. We aren't," Wednesday cuts in.

Your mouth gaped at the absurdity of her words.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean you're not dating each other?" Enid jumped off the bed and grabbed Wednesday by the shoulders, face contorting in shock.

"Yeah, what do you mean we're not dating?" Your voice raised as you spoke, "You just shoved your tongue down my throat like 5 minutes ago- Don't you dare say we're not dating-"

The aggression and frustration are evident in your voice, and even the densest person on the planet would recognize the scrunched-up, hurt look on your face. Is Wednesday gaslighting you?

"As I said. We're not dating. I just put my strategy-

"-into action? Yeah, is that what you wanted to say? Is that it? Am I just a pawn on your chessboard? Some amusing game you play when you get bored?"

You stood up as you choked out your next words, "What even is all this, Wens? Am I just a joke to you? I know that we never made it official or something like that, but I thought we had something going on. Something special, even."

You held back a tear as you waited for Wednesday's response. There came none. She only sits there with her jaw clenched, as if you're being childish and acting pathetic.

"But I guess we're nothing special, huh?" your inquiry fell on deaf ears, "Heck, there wasn't even a 'we' to begin with." 

You bitterly chuckled as you tore your eyes away, catching a glimpse of Enid's sorry face. Quickly grabbing your stuff from the desk, you turned your back away from the two best friends and walked to your door, only stopping briefly to mutter a quick "See you around, Addams," before slamming the door after you.

And just like that, you were alone once again.

"-your number?" You snap back into reality at the sudden raising in the voice of the man talking to you. You look down to hide your exasperated look and take a deep breath before asking him to repeat his question.

"Yeah, can I get your number? I think you're cute and I'd love to get to know you," the stranger says as he leans forward in your direction; eyes looking expectantly at you.

You sigh. You haven't even responded to a single thing the guy has said in the past 15 minutes; your mind is too busy sulking at the sour memory.

Is this what you look like all the time you've spent with Wednesday? Maybe this is what it feels like for her; uninterested and slightly annoyed that you haven't gotten the hint and back off. 

You take another sip of your coffee. 

It tastes bitter.

Grabbing a tissue paper and a pen from your coat, you write a string of random numbers to get him off your back. 

What you had missed was the ice-cold stare of a familiar figure watching your every movement intently the entire time. You also missed the doorbell brutishly chiming when you handed the tissue paper to the man.

Next thing you know, your hand is yanked until you're forced to stand up from the sofa booth, a possessive arm snaking around the side of your waist, pulling your bodies flush together.

You don't have to look over to see who the intruder is; the familiar cold fingers on your skin and the seething rage emitting from the person beside you give away the identity.

At that moment, you only had one thought in your mind;

Wednesday Friday Addams is a frickin' menace.

[anotherbluesunday]

🍂Teaser: Myth—Chapter Three🍂

I didn't remember making it this far. My head had been such a mess--something about the fog that had been brought down on it feeling sticky. Like it had been forced. How could I have driven that far without remembering it? The last clear memory I had before the spin out that I was almost certain now had happened was the bus stop at the corner of the PCH and Temescal Canyon. The bus stop closest to the bluffs by the Palisades.

Another light flickered on as we drove up the short path to dad's--around another bend and over a short bridge haloed by small stringed bulb lights that hung in a zigzag above the bridge. Waiting for us on the other side was home. A two-floor three bedroom home with dark brown shingles and deep blue wood panels that dad had built when him and mom purchased the land months after getting married. They both worked in medicine despite being the children of hippies. Dad was in accounting and mom as pediatric surgeon. That was why I wanted to go into medicine. To be like them. I wanted to be like her because I missed her.

The rosary was moms. She used to fidget with it whenever she was thinking on something that she wasn't sure how to tackle.

Saint Jude, the patron saint of lost causes, hopeless cases, desperate situations, and hospitals.

Dad had gifted me the rosary two years ago when I became a surgical intern.

She'd be so proud of you, kiddo.

I hadn’t killed my patient. They were a lost cause from the beginning.

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__Can’t keep hanging on, to what is dead an gone.__

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Are you ready for the conclusion? Catch up here before the final chapter launches live on Ao3.

[daisyjohnsn]

Wednesday Addams’ Costumes in Wednesday (2022—)

Featuring costume design by Colleen Atwood.

[Caption: A gifset of Wednesday Addams’ costumes from season one of the 2022 series. End caption.]

[moodscreens]

wednesday addams (s01e01) ; simple lockscreens

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[thesapphicsoldier]

People are trying to ban TikTok in America again, so I’m gonna start posting my edits here just in case.

(My username is the same on there, just without the “the”)

[marve2014]

No Time Like The Present Part 6

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader 

Part Six

Summary: Pilgrims, Hydes, and Cuddles.

Warnings: Minor mention of violence, bullying, kissing, language.

Minors DNI

Word Count: 3.1K

Authors Note: All characters aged up to 18. This is where the story diverges from the actual story line. More aspects of the show will be added in the next part. Thank you lovelies so much for reading and enjoying.

Upon entering the woods to find the old pilgrim house Tyler showed Wednesday you can’t help but replay the images that were on the board of supposed Bear attacks; noting that all the wounds you saw were similar to those of the claws of the monster you saw. You decided that after you and Wednesday & make it back to town you would try and get more of insight on each of the attacks. Knowing you wont get any information from Sheriff Galpin himself, you decide that you and Tyler will have to go on an outing of your own; hopefully Wednesday wont be too mad. After walking for about twenty minutes the both of you come up on a dilapidated shack. Looking over at Wednesday questioningly, she mutters out “I was expecting more too.” 

Hearing a branch break behind the both of you, you turn and see a homeless man.

“Who are you talking to little girl?” He says 

“Use the words little and girl to address me again, and I can’t guarantee your safety.” Wednesday says nonchalantly. As the homeless man moves closer to Wednesday, you stiffen and grab her arm.

“This is my place! Get out!” He moves to grab Wednesday.

“Thing, a hand here.” Wednesday says as Thing rushes over and begins to choke the man. They tumble into the outside of the shed and as that is going on you and Wednesday finally begin to look around. 

“So, do your visions just come to you, or do you have to be in a specific situation?” You ask as you both look deeper into the shed.

“My visions seem to happen spontaneously.”

“Maybe you should try touching something? Get a feel for the shed?” You suggest. Wednesday begins mockingly touching things. “here, how about this?” She picks up a fast food bag and pretends to have a vision. “That’s not how they work, I already told you.” She argues. Going on to further her point she touches one of the shed walls and falls into an actual vision. You laugh, catching her falling body and take a seat on the ground with Thing, pulling her head into your lap not knowing how long her vision will actually last. A few minutes later, Wednesday shoots up from your lap and looks around at you and Thing. 

“I saw her, the girl from my visions. Her name was Goody Addams, she’s my ancestor. She was the only to escape the burning building. Jospeh Crackstone, he burned all the outcasts alive. He was a monster, why are they celebrating him?” Wednesday’s voice cracks as she says the last line, making you grab her hand and pull her into a hug. 

“We will find out what happened. I wont let anything happen to you, okay?” You promise. Hearing footsteps, the both of you turn and take in your surroundings.

“Must be the bearded man from earlier.” Wednesday deducts. Looking through one of the planks of wood in the shed wall, you’re met with the large eye of the monster you saw the night you went to meet Wednesday in the woods. Immediately you grab Wednesday’s hand.

“RUN!” You scream, trying to pull Wednesday along with you. 

“No, we need to go after it. We need to see where it leads us.” Wednesday argues, pulling you in the direction of the monster.

“Fine, but if I die, you better tell my mom I was strongly against this.” 

Running down a path, you both immediately stop when you notice the large footprints of the monster turn into human footprints.

“Holy fuck, it’s a human?!” You yell and look at Wednesday as she continues to examine the footprint closely. Looking up again you scream, seeing Xavier Thorpe standing in front of you. 

“Warn a girl next time, Thorpe.” You say irritated.

“What the hell are you two doing?” He questions as he puts his umbrella over the both of you.

“We were following the monster.” Wednesday answers.

“You guys saw it? Do you have a death wish or something?” He asks, looking over the both of you like you’re crazy. 

“What are you doing here?” You question suspiciously.

“I heard you both asking Tyler about the old meeting house. Figured id check it out and make sure you were okay.” He explains, not making eye contact with the two of you. “Why did you come out here in the first place?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but Wednesday wanted to learn more about Crackstone.” Pulling Wednesday closer to you, you glare at Xavier.

“And she wanted to use her psychic abilities?” He smugly states as the three of you head back to the main road. 

“How do you know that?” Wednesday looks up at him and stops walking.

“Lucky guess. You can’t control it can you? That freaks you out. My dad is a psychic.” He explains.

“Vincent Thorpe, I know. My brother is his number one fan.” Wednesday says as she rolls her eyes.

“So I know, the first thing hell tell you is that visions can’t be trusted; they only show you one part of the picture. You’re creating a story in your head and using parts of your visions to back it up.” He continues to talk as you stay silent, trying to take in everything being said.

“Are you trying to mansplain my powers?” Wednesday asks.

“All I’m saying that my dad, the expert, would warn you that psychic ability isn’t rooted in logic. It’s triggered by emotions and lets be honest, emotions aren’t really your strong suit.” You glare up at Xavier and punch him in the arm. He looks down at you offended. 

“We will be leaving now. You don’t know the first thing about Wednesdays emotions, because they aren’t directed at you. Don’t try and invalidate her visions because you think you know best. Go screw yourself. Come on Wednesday. We need to change before we get sick.” Pulling Wednesday down the path, away from Xavier, you both make it back to the entrance you came in. 

“I don’t care what Principal Weems says, you’re coming to my house first to change. You will not get sick because of this stupid monster.” 

Making your way back to the sheriffs department, you see Sheriff Galpin and ask him for a ride to your house since you two walked to the pilgrim meeting house, leaving your car at home. After the short drive, you arrive home to see your mom gone and Tyler at the house when he said he would be at work. Getting out of the Sheriffs truck you turn back to thank him.

“I will drive Wednesday back to Nevermore so you can get back to work, we wont be too long; I don’t want anyone getting in trouble with the principal.” You give Sheriff Galpin a small smile and he gives you a head nod. Walking into the house, you see Tylers muddy shoes on the shoe rack and go to find him, bringing Wednesday along with you to get her some dry clothes.

“Your house is very… homey.. and bright.” Wednesday can’t help but grimace at the normality of it all. “Gonna have to get used to it babe, my mom is like the embodiment of sunshine, my very own Enid.” You laugh as you bring her to your bedroom and grab a t shirt and some shorts.

“If none of that will fit you, my mom is more your size, mine might be too big, I can grab something of hers, she wont mind. Trust me.” You smile. “ My bathroom is right through there, feel free to shower. I’m going to use the bathroom in my moms room and I plan on showering in scolding hot water, so take your time.” Kissing her cheek, you walk towards your moms room, still seeing no sign of Tyler. You push that to the back of your mind and start the shower and get in. After thoroughly scrubbing any traces of mud and Xaviers presence off your skin, you decide 25 minutes is long enough. Getting out and dressed, you go back to your bedroom to see Wednesday freshly showered, laying on your bed asleep. You kiss her forehead and cover her with your fuzzy pink blanket and then take a picture incase you ever need a favor from her and have to resort to blackmail. You head downstairs and hear someone rummaging through the kitchen, grabbing the bat that you started keeping at the end of the stairs, you slowly make your way into the kitchen. You see someone standing in the fridge but can’t tell who it is. Continuing to raise the bat you make yourself known.

“Hands where I can see them, please don’t make me use this bat.” You whine as the figure slowly closes the fridge.

“A BAT, Y/N?! Really?” Tyler looks at you shocked. Putting a container of food on the counter. Reaching over and snatching the bat from you. “Also, don’t let someone you’re trying to attack know you have a weapon, idiot.’ He rolls his eyes. 

“Hey! Give it back!” Whining, you try and reach for it, but Tyler is holding it above his head where you cant reach it. “Why are you here, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” You question, finally giving up and letting him keep the bat.

“Literally zero customers, they sent me home, didn’t need me and the other guys.” He shrugs. “What are you doing here?” 

“Well Wednesday is asleep in my bed currently. We almost got eaten by the Hyde, again. Ran into that douche face Xavier. Just a casual day for us, you know?” You nonchalantly inform him and go to make you and Wednesday some hot tea and cookies. 

“Wait, Wednesday is here? Is that even allowed?” He asks as he hands you some tea bags. 

“Well If it isn’t, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get in trouble.” I’m going to bring this up and let her sleep a little more. Use the couch, no pull out for you until were both gone, loser.” You laugh at him and head upstairs. Entering your room you look at Wednesday who has cuddled further into your bed. Deciding to join her, you gently pull the covers back and slide in, not expecting her to immediately find her way into your arms. Smiling down at her you pull her closer and begin to fall asleep. 

Waking up to the feeling of cold, you sit up and look around not seeing Wednesday, but hearing people conversing down the hall.  Walking out you hear your mother and finally making it to the kitchen, you see her shoving food in front of Wednesday. Standing back you watch the interaction between them before you make your presence known.

“So Wednesday, how are you liking Nevermore? I hear this is your first year there.” Your mother asks as she pours Wednesday a glass of sweet tea.

“It’s okay I guess. It is better than normie schools, but then again, its still school.” Wednesday answers as she continues to look down at the food in front of her, deciding what to eat first.

“I just want to say thank you.” Your mother looks wistfully and Wednesday finally raises her head to meet her eyes.

“For? This is the first time we’ve actually spoken. I don’t think I’ve done anything to benefit you.” Wednesday answers monotoned. 

“You make Y/n happy. As a mother, that’s all I could ask for. She hasn’t had the easiest time dealing with the transition of moving here, but you have make her leave her room more, and actually get out of the house. I haven’t seen her smile this much in a long time.” Your mother reaches over and pats Wednesday on the hand. Pretending to not have heard anything, you head into the kitchen and make yourself known.

“Well hello people, I am alive and awake. What are we eating?” You smile and sit next to Wednesday, placing your hand on her thigh and giving a gentle squeeze. 

After eating, you decide that you regretfully need to take Wednesday back to Nevermore before you get in trouble with Principal Weems. The drive is mostly in silence, with you paying attention to the road while it rains, and Wednesday staring at the droplets racing down the passenger window. When the gate to the school is in sight, Wednesday finally breaks the silence. 

“There’s a dance coming up, the Rave-N, as my girlfriend you are required to go. I will let you know further dress code details so you can buy an outfit. Okay?” Looking at you with no hint of joking, you nod your confirmation. “Good. I will see you later.” Wednesday reaches over and grabs you by the back of the head and feverishly kisses you goodbye until you need to come up for air. Breathlessly you look at Wednesday and smile. “Be safe and I will talk to you later.” You tell her as she gets out of the car and makes her way into the front of the school. Deciding that you need the remaining information on those attacks, you decide that you and Tyler will need to break into the coroners office and see what exactly is going on. 

Getting back to your house, you call Tyler and tell him to come outside, without telling either of your parents where you plan on going. Tyler comes out and gets in the vehicle and you immediately break down crying.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Tyler asks as he reaches over the center console to hug you.

“I think today is just catching up to me, the adrenaline wore off and all I can think of is one of us getting killed by the Hyde. We need to find out who it is Tyler. I can’t keep going with Wednesday and almost getting killed.” Wiping the tears from your eyes, you look up at him and see a faraway look in his eye. He snaps out of it once he realizes you’re looking at him. 

“It’ll all work out, okay? I promise.” He reassures you.

“I need you to come with me to break into the coroners office. I don’t think all the attacks your dad is saying are bear attacks, are actually bear attacks. I think it’s the Hyde.” You explain as you continue to pull yourself together and stop crying. 

“Are you sure? We could get into a lot of trouble if we get caught.” 

“Yes. The coroners office has the last body and all of the notes from the previous attacks. I stole my moms badge, so technically we aren’t breaking in.” You try to lighten the mood.

“Let’s go then.” He exhales. “You’re just as bad as Wednesday.” Laughing, he puts his seatbelt on as you pull out of the driveway.

“I take that as a compliment.” You tell him smugly.

Arriving at the hospital, you two take the back way to get into the building trying to go unnoticed. Scanning your moms badge, you finally make it to the coroners office and enter the dark room. Pulling out flashlights, you start going through the filing cabinet, while Tyler looks at the computer.

“Well the computer is a no go.” He says, trying multiple times to get passed the login credentials.

“Okay well help me look through the filing cabinet.” Finding one file you need, you head over to the computer and printer to make copies before you replace the file and continue looking. You pause as you hear two voices coming closer, looking through the crack in the door, you see the coroner and sheriff Galpin making their way to the very room you’re in. 

“Oh fuck, its your dad. Hide Tyler. Hide right now.” You scurry and hide in the side closet, pulling Tyler with you. Covering both of your mouths, you try and listen to the conversation being currently had. 

“I thought you should see this before I issued my report on the lates victim; it’s a real noodle-scratcher.” The coroner says as he leads Sheriff Galpin over to the refrigerated unit containing disassembled body parts. “The killer cut off two toes from the victims left foot. Best guess, they used a surgical saw. The final autopsy report is still pending.”

“The minute your done send it straight to my desk. I want a media black out on the toes.” 

“Sure thing Sheriff. You go, ill lock up.”

You hear the Sheriff leave and then the coroner walking over to the area they keep the bodies. You cant make out much of what he’s saying but you can hear the confusion in his voice as he talks to one of the bodies.

“You’ve been waiting a while, I guess you wont mind one more day for me to cut you open.” Laughing, he closes the drawer and turns the lights back off. After 5 minutes of no sound, you and Tyler open the door to the storage closet you were in and you look at the drawer the coroner had opened, noticing it didn’t close all the way. Looking at Tyler and nodding your head in the direction of the drawers, you walk over and pull it all the way. Holding in a scream, you see your girlfriend laying there, staring back up at you.

“Five more minutes, I was just getting comfortable.” She says as Thing goes to close the drawer.

“No ma’am. You will not get five more minutes Wednesday Addams. Get your butt off that table and tell me why you’re here without me!” You whisper yell, picking thing up and moving him away from the handle of the drawer.

“I could ask you the same.” Wednesday says as she hops down and smooths out the bottom of her Nevermore skirt.

“Well I came with Tyler, not alone.” You argue.

“And I came with Thing.” She rebuttals. 

“I don’t think they’re bear attacks. I think they’re all from the Hyde.” You explain and watch her lips curve in a small smile. 

“You’re correct, that’s why im here as well. I didn’t ask you to come because you specifically promised your mother no more late night outings; isn’t that correct, Tyler?” Wednesday looks over to the silent boy. Tyler just nods, not making eye contact with you.

“Traitor.” You mumble. “ Okay, well I made copies of one of the victims, and they were missing a body part, the sheriff and coroner said this guy was missing two toes, so what the hell does a Hyde want with specific body parts?” You question the both of them. 

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[2beautysthings]

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― When you're lost in the darkness, look for the light.

[dxxth-gxd]

DELIVERY: ❝ WEDNESDAY B/W ICONS ! ❞ (plain txt.: wednesday b/w icons! )

-> WARNING : No Kin | ID | F/O tags. -> F2U? : Yes! Reblog & credit if used. -> Event by : @ebiuxxxx (day 4: A character / song you dislike / hate ) -> Note : Sorry these are a bit low-effort (New Years got me exhausted for 2 days lol), and I don't really like Wednesday Addams. Her character in the Netflix adaptation feels like an edgy teen + "I'm not like other girls", but the plot in general just annoys me lol. Rip that adaptation, the mystery is its saving grace (but its easy to figure out after a few episodes).

[wednesdayincorrectquotespt]

Y/n, whispering: you know I love you, right?

Wednesday: why are we whispering?

Y/n: so Bianca thinks we're conspiring against her

Wednesday: oooh

Bianca: what are they talking about?

Enid, having heard everything: murder

[moonchi-alt]

Our Shop

[anotherbluesunday]

✨Intertidal Moodboard—Ch. 13✨

hey! so here’s the second moodboard i promised. the pull quotes are both from tyler’s POV but they’re italicized because they’re from a message he sent wednesday. to read the whole note he wrote (lol. rhymed) use the link below! 💜

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[weyler]

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS // PAINT IT, BLACK

[midirquinn]

wednesday addams icons

please like or reblog if you use <3

[lady-murderess]

Wednesday Addams Edit > Fire - The Crazy World of Arthur Brown

Fire, I'll take you to burn

Fire, I'll take you to learn

I'll see you burn

Fire, to destroy all you've done

Fire, to end all you've become

I'll feel you burn

In my eyes, this is definitely a Wednesday Addams type of song. Captures her perfectly.